Showing posts with label Frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frustration. Show all posts

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Alteration Frustration

Met with our academic adviser today, and was told we had to swap a class we were exited about (schedule conflict).The swap = 'Social Psychology' for 'Business and Technical Writing'.
It's total horseshit because:
A) in high school we opted out of 12th grade English to take Writing for Technologies (same thing, basically, as Business and Technical Writing)...but you know...that was...*gulp* seventeen (what?!) years ago...so apparently that doesn't count now?
B) we can write...in a lot of different ways, and with professional discretion...even drunk! (Shocking...right?)

It's total crap that we have to take that class.
Why do we care?
It's another 3 credit course away from being done.
Not that it wouldn't be great to be a student forever. Learning is fucking awesome. Homework, writing papers, reading, going to lecture classes...is amazing...but for the being "poor" (no student is making "mad cash") part.

Somehow our academic adviser doesn't realize that leaving this state, for another one, or another country, is top priority...he seems to think because it took himself 30+ years to finish his double-major...that somehow that should be our standard. Ugh.

What a single alteration of one class registration might mean, is a postponing of graduation...a nearly 5 month delay. It may not seem like a lot...but as the years go by, 5 months (plus, possibly, a a summer break in between) can feel...terrible.

So...yeah...
That was the peak of the day.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Real Estate Hell

Two weeks ago we put an offer on a property outside the city. Finally we had found something local in our price range, after months of seeking in a state over, and getting screwed on a deal there. And then offering on one in town, and being outbid.

The first rejection of the offer came in within a couple of days. So we went at it with a slightly higher amount between the price we offered, and the price it was listed for. And then we waited...and waited...and our agent called the seller agent after a couple days and he said they were thinking about it...and then we waited...and waited...and on Saturday (a week after our second offer) our agent called the seller agent and he said "Oh, wow, thanks for reminding me!"...and then we waited...and waited...

Finally we told James to make our agent call him again tonight. And low and behold, there had been an e-mail today from the seller agent. No, the seller agent says, the sellers wants to stick for the asking price; and OH, there's someone else interested now. (after FIVE months on the market with no bites but ours, mind you, because it's already had a $25,000 price drop since it was first listed)

What. The. Fuck.

Turns out, in doing research, there could actually be no other offer, there's no way to hold an agent accountable for artificially creating a bidding war...unless you can prove it with an expensive lawsuit, of course.

So here we are, offering the full asking price, and who knows, maybe we'll get into a bidding war with a ghost.


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Monday, September 26, 2011

We're Just A Bitchy Bitch


We've just been a bitch all weekend.

We're not sure what The Boyfriend/James is writing about tonight for his second post of the day on his blog, but he did mention that it's brutal.

As we explained to him we'd rather it be the brutal painful truth than a comfortable painless lie.

Anybody who knows us knows we are not fond of liars, we've had WAY too many of them trample through our life...all lying does it hurt people more, when the truth finally comes out.

Sure, sparing feelings is different, but our goal of cutting ourselves open and showing the world as much of "our insides", and educating, or ...what's the word for it...showing them what mental illness, specifically this one, looks like; and now with The Boyfriends assistance, the ugly outside; would be a lie if he acted like life with us was easy.

He must have a wish to live a life of torture, because most of us cannot believe that as good, and fun, and loving and hilarious as some of us may be, that the others of us who are far less so, are worth a lifetime (theoretically) of putting up with our bullshit.

We are under a lot of stress, and in a lot of pain, and The Boyfriend/James knows this; we can only hope that when the stress of selling the house (our house, and he's helping us) and packing up our belongings and trekking back to live in The Mothers basement will ease some of our anger, frustration, & childish outbursts.

We know us, and yes, we know are no picnic, but we also know we are better than this.

There is just so much to do in so little time, all we want to roll into a ball, hide under the covers and just get to the part where it's all over, where we have time to re-plan our life, yet again.

Not the greatest post today, we know. We're exhausted. We're frustrated. We didn't want to write a damn thing today, collectively, none of us wanted to write...but those are the rules, our rules, and we try to stick with them...someone here knows why...

Want to read something more interesting?

Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote (consider them highlights), these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote but here are highlights of what we have written so far this year that we want to share. There are some repeated under different subjects because some blog entries deal with more than one subject matter.



The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder


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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Being A Good Person; What Is The Point?

Image Source: http://rayarchex.deviantart.com/art/Chao-Good-and-Evil-182695085

Today we, and James, took the bus to a local mall. Unfortunately at our last stop in the mall James realized he had lost his wallet.

Given he hadn’t had the need to use it since boarding the bus to get to the mall, we quickly deducted that he’d left it on the bus. So after calming his frantic state, while we completed a transaction (we bought a video game or two) we sent him off to customer service at the mall to call the bus company.

After giving the public transportation department details they said they would try to contact the buses that we might have been on; the bus from our area to the mall have several busses, about one every 10 minutes, and a route takes about two hours. They suggested we wait for the next couple of busses and inquire with the driver.

We talked to every driver that came by for the next hour and a half…and to no avail. One of the drivers even called dispatch to see if it had been called in, saying that the number to lost and found would be the last office to receive any information on found items.

One of the final drivers said that at this point it is likely that it won’t be returned, there having been about 3 hours passing since we had arrived at the mall.

Luckily, aside from the cash, most everything can be reported and taken care of, and his driver’s license can be ordered/reissued…we just hope it gets here before we have to move.

While waiting for one of the busses a young boy came by holding a small ipod and was asking random people if they’d like to buy it for $50.

“It’s a little bastard like that who probably found your wallet” we tell James, it being clear that the kid had found or stolen the item (meanwhile, the name of the owner is usually in the details of such devices). “He will be the guy in about 10 years with his trunk open in an alley trying to sell stolen stereo equipment or something.”

The whole time we were trying to be optimistic about the wallet being turned in, for James sake because he was extremely distraught. A decent person, seeing a foreign drivers license, would probably assume it is even worse of a thing, losing a piece of ID in another country.

A woman walked by us and sneered at us while sitting holding hands and talking, so obviously that after she passed James mentioned it.

So we a sat and tried to get him to see the bright side of things, that not all was lost…that it’s just money, and a wallet, and everything in it can be replaced; and that maybe it would turn up and someone would return it, because not returning a found wallet with ID (so the owner can be contacted/located) is the same as stealing.

A woman with 6 children surrounding her walks through the mall crosswalk, she yells something to two younger kids who are messing around, she continues to yell in a dreadful manor, screaming at the kids, going so far as to stop in the middle of the second crosswalk and turn to screech at them…so very uncivilized, so very rude; rude to her children, herself, and to the entire public witnessing her behaviour.

During our grocery store stop, and then walking home down the alley we use every day to get to the liquor store, we continued to get irritated. Agitation growing.

“It is things like this, and everything else, that makes it hard to care about being a good person at all anymore.” We begin our rant “What’s the point in being a good person?! From the person who “stole” you wallet, to the people in the top ranks of government…(to every person we witnessed today day) what’s the point anymore? It doesn’t get you anywhere!”

James agreed that pretty much being a good person gets you shafted, and there really isn’t a point.

So why do we do it? Why did we just toss $2.00 in the guitar case of the busker (street performer) outside of the liquor store? Why do we take food to the hungry guy sitting near our apartment complex a couple of weeks ago? Why bother trying to help people who are very rarely there when we need them? Why do we bother paying our bills, being responsible, behaving in public?

From the woman who skipped out on our lease and stole things, sentimental things, from our storage room in the house we own(ed), to the company/organization who canned us when they found our Twitter account and blog, without asking us questions but still referencing it in the firing (the final rant on that subject with links back to here: http://jstcallmefrank.tumblr.com/post/10225508652/god-damn-we-rant-about-our-old-job); to the person who will probably take the cash, try to use the travel cash cards, save the nice wallet, and trash everything else…what’s the damn point?

Thanks, life, for once again validating how shitty you are, and that it’s okay to be shitty…because most people are. Maybe the couple of us who are super bitchy to people shouldn’t feel so bad about it when the rest of us make them feel guilty.
That’s all. We’re going to play on Twitter, drink some wine, eat some pizza and play some video games with The Boyfriend…and make the best of whatever we can, whenever we can…and be less mean to those of us who are hateful bitches…because fuck it…life is a hateful bitch.

~Frank et al


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